S h o r t F i c t i o n
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Evidently someone left the back door open
last night, and at 2 or 3 in the morning---whenever Steve came home--he
found a family of five raccoons chowing down in the kitchen. They ran, of
course, but left behind a muddy mess in and around the water bowl, where
they'd decided to wash their paws (and some of the cat crunchies.) Which
isn't that much of a big deal, really. I'm more concerned about how quickly
the last bag of cat food has been used up.
And then there's the situations outside. I'd turned off the fountain, as I do every night
now since raccoons seem more inclined to leave it alone if it's not
running. But this time they'd insisted on pulling up the pump from between
the rocks, removing the foam filter that surrounds it, chewing on it and,
evidently not finding it to their liking, discarding it behind the willow
The also took my frog! This is a six-inch ceramic ball with a small frog
on top that sits beside the fountain. I've done some preliminary scouting
but haven't seen it anywhere in the yard so far. Where would a raccoon
take a ceramic yard decoration? And perhaps more to the point, why???
In addition, there was the matter of the nice big nectarine with one
telltale bite in it taken from my kitchen table but discarded outside the
back door... and the shade garden fountain, which had also seen its share
of bathing activity and needed to be drained and cleaned. Which I did.
Still in my nightgown.
I have no objection to wildlife in general, or even to the occasional
kitchen visitor. But incidents like this make me lament, 'Why can't they
just be like Scruffy?" The tiny orphaned possum comes in every
night, slips quietly into the pantry, munches and goes again, leaving nary
a hair out of place.
But raccoons will be raccoons, I guess.
Oh, well. August is prime raccoon season, but it's half over (a fact I can
barely process, by the way; the whole summer seems to have whizzed by) and soon
they'll be gone.
In the meantime there will be a strict closed-door campaign. Oh, and I
want my ceramic frog back.
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